Once red ripple came to land
In the golden sunset burning--
Lapped against a maiden's hand,
By the ford returning.
Dainty foot and gentle breast--
Here, across, be glad and rest.
"Maiden, wait," the ripple saith;
"Wait awhile, for I am Death!"
"Where my lover calls I go--
Shame it were to treat him coldly--
'Twas a fish that circled so,
Turning over boldly."
Dainty foot and tender heart,
Wait the loaded ferry-raft.
"Wait, ah, wait!" the ripple saith;
"Maiden, wait, for I am Death!"
"When my lover calls I haste--
Dame Disdain was never wedded!"
Ripple-ripple round her waist,
Clear the current eddied.
Foolish heart and faithful hand,
Little feet that touched no land.
Far away the ripple sped,
Ripple-ripple running red!
great songs /// Trust makes her wait Surf and riddle touches the sigh Oh! it throats her and the veins of trust makes her hater of love! ...............
The ripple of life with all its fragility and uncertainty; but the power of 'When my lover calls I haste-' draws her on
Foolish heart and faithful hand, Little feet that touched no land. Far away the ripple sped, Ripple-ripple running red! .........touching expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem.
This feels like Monsoon song spreading death and hope for new life....season of harvest....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You surely know how to wrote, I like each and every poem of yours